Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you up to date on the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such equally large-numbered posts as “One Hundred Snowdrops”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. Of course, the guy I live with put something on top of his head, so I would pay attention. It was my stuffed hedgehog toy. I’d left it outside and it really needed to go into the washing machine, to get all clean again. Well, the first thing that happened today, and it was a pretty big deal since almost nothing has been happening here lately (well, nothing hyper-interesting), is that this morning we had a large visitor perch in the honey locust tree. That was very interesting. Can you see it? How about now? We noticed this because there were a couple of crows making a terrific racket in the tree. The owl ignored them.
It moved up the tree and after a while it went to sleep. It got very, very quiet in the back yard, after the crows left.
Maybe I should back up a few days and make this post even more fascinating, and to explain the title. The guy I live with went out for a while, a few days ago, to take his mom somewhere, and on the way home he stopped at a nursery (believe it or not), and found a small bag of tulips which were on sale. ‘Prinses Irene’, which he says is one of the best. It was featured on a blog post a few years ago but I thought I’d show it again.
And so, while I was at Day Care, he went over to his friend’s house and planted the tulips. He felt all excellent for getting these tulips at a discount.
Then today, a big box came, and guess what was inside?One hundred bulbs of the tulip, ‘Prinses Irene’, which he had ordered for his friend, and forgot that he did. They came from Van Engelen, if you needed to know. They were, of course, cheaper than the ones in the bag.
He felt kind of stupid, but said that his mind has been going, lately, and not terribly slowly, either.
I did forget to mention that it rained here the other night. Tuesday night. We went out, at Tinkle Time, and it was raining. We got less than a quarter of an inch of rain. About six millimeters. But it smelled good the next day. The guy I live with said it could rain more. It probably won’t, though. There’s no rain in the forecast for the next week.
We did have a couple of freeze warnings here, two nights in a row, in fact, but nothing froze. It froze in other places. The guy I live with says that it probably won’t freeze here until next month, and then the temperature will drop “horribly”, but at least there’s been enough cold to start the woody plants on their journey into winter. This is the Wasatch maple, Acer grandidentatum. It’s very similar to the eastern sugar maple, but, you know, western. The owl was still in the locust tree, asleep, when the sun began to go down.(The guy I live with tried to explain to me that the sun doesn’t really “go down”, but I began to get dizzy thinking that we were moving instead of the sun.)
I guess that’s it. I know I kind of rambled, but that’s what we purebred border collies do, when we’re not super focused on something very important. Here I am, with the sun not actually going down, just looking like it is.
Until next time, then.